An October Afternoon

Out on the patio I was drinking tea with honey;
Reading a collection of Billy Collins' poetry.

I looked up –

On the lawn everything was bright,
As if the autumn leaves were mirrors
Reflecting the sun in every direction.
I left my seat, ran inside,
(think of that – I ran inside to get a pad of paper)
As if the light were now in me –
Bounding into the house,
Around the corner to the desk where the paper lay
Then out of my fingertips into a poem.